Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

The Crooked Stick

First Traveller: What’s that lying in the dust? 
Second Traveller: A crooked stick. 
First Traveller: What’s it worth, if you can trust to arithmetic? 
Second Traveller: Isn’t this a riddle? 
First Traveller: No, a trick. 
Second Traveller:It’s worthless, leave it where it lies. 
First Traveller: Wait; count ten; 
Rub a little dust upon your eyes; 
Now, look again. 
Second Traveller: Well, and what the devil is it, then? 
First Traveller: It’s the sort of crooked stick that shepherds know. 
Second Traveller: Someone’s loss! 
First Traveller: Bend it, and you make of it a bow. 
Break it, a cross. 
Second Traveller: But it’s all grown over with moss!

1. Silver Filigree
2. The Fairy Goldsmith
3. Address to My Soul
4. Parting Gift
5. Spring Pastoral

Samuel Lover (Сэмюэл Лавер) The Crooked Stick ("Julia was lovely and winning")

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